Now she wore only a thin undergarment with a bit of lace at the top, and I could see dampness between her legs, evidence of her desire. My dragon side rumbled with satisfaction.
I hooked my fingers in the fabric. “We’re taking off these too.”
“I need you.”
“I know, sweet. I know. And I’m going to give myself to you.” I helped her out of her undergarment and tossed it aside. “I need to taste you.”
I kissed one hip, then the other. Her hands tightened onmy shoulders, her nails digging in as I kissed my way across her lower belly.
“Spread your legs for me,” I said.
She trembled as she did it, and I groaned at the sight of her. Perfect and pink and already glistening with want.
I slid one hand up the inside of her thigh, watching her face as I got closer to where she needed me. Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and her chest rose and fell fast.
When I finally touched her, just one finger stroking through her wetness, she gasped and her knees nearly buckled.
“Wet,” I said. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” The word came out breathless. “Yes, all for you.”
I stroked her again, learning her, finding the small bundle of nerves that made her jolt. “And this? What happens if I touch you here?”
“Oh fates?—”
“Tell me what you like.” I circled her clit with gentle pressure. “I want to make you feel good.”
“That.” She could barely get the word out. “That feels—Oh…”
I kept touching her, kept circling and stroking her clit, watching the pleasure build on her face. Her magic swirled around us, the temperature fluctuating wildly, wind and snow and heat all tangling together.
“I love how you show your emotions.” I slid one finger inside her while my thumb maintained pressure on her clit. “How you show how much you’re enjoying this.”
She cried out, rocking against my hand, chasing the pleasure. I added a second finger, stretching her, pumping them in and out of her, and her head fell back.
“Look at me,” I said.
Her eyes met mine, glazed with desire, and I nearly lost control right then.
“I want to watch you come apart. Want to see your face when you fall.”
“I’m close.” Her voice came out thin, desperate. “So close?—”
“Then let go, sweet. Let go for me.”
I pressed harder with my thumb, pumping my fingers inside her, and she shattered. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers, her whole body tensing and shaking as bliss washed over her. Lightning cracked overhead, illuminating her face in stark detail.
I worked her through it, gentling my touches as the aftershocks rolled through her, until she was boneless and swaying on her feet.
Straightening, I gathered her against me and kissed her. Her hands slid under my tunic to touch bare skin.
“Your turn,” she murmured against my mouth.
“Not yet.” I walked her backward toward the bed. “I’m not anywhere near done with you.”
Lifting her, I gently laid her on the bed, and while she watched, her tongue teasing her lower lip, I pulled my tunic over my head and tossed it aside. I made quick work of my pants and loincloth. Her eyes widened as she took in my naked body, lingering on my stiff cock.
“See what you do to me?” I said, wrapping one hand around my length and stroking. “I’m so hard it hurts.”
